& if not in this life,
will you come to me in my dreams?
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the fragmented memories of my old self haunt me.
shadowing my former image,
i am not who i have been.
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selfish in my need to hold every part of you,
always.
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i exist only in a state of remembering
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& some days i much prefer my own company-
to sit in silence & still be understood
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how sacred is my memory of you-
delicately wrapped in flowers,
soaked with endless love
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& even with the room on fire,
my heart will not give up
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there is no table for my grief to be set down-
no bed for it to finally rest
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the silence is palpable-
we are now mere strangers.
lovers that once were.
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& even as he followed the loose thread of my light,
tugging & pulling all life from me,
i loved & loved.
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devoid of reason, comfortable in his callous cruelty
he sets my heart on fire in front of me-
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i have yet to live-
all life i have merely endured
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lost & immersed in the technicolour of our love-
i do not want to be found.
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she climbs & threads
into my each & every thought
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violently wrapped in the silence of my anger
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i walk on the knife’s edge-
all love decaying in this silence
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